(xavier Ramble That I Posted On Discord And Now U Get To Read Here

Workshopping a fnaf au for twewy so stay tuned for that one lads :)

as a knitter, you start to notice how rare it is for characters in tv shows and movies to knit correctly. from worst to best, it ranges from:

- laughably incorrect, just flinging yarn around

- knitting the most basic scarf incredibly slowly because the actor Learned How To Do It For The Role

- old lady actresses casually knitting an intricate lace pattern while doing a monologue

- gromit from wallace and gromit

When a disabled person says that they can’t do something, we don’t mean that we just don’t want to. We also don’t mean maybe. We mean that we physically cannot do it or that we could, but it could really harm us. We have to pay consequences. You don’t.

based on this post by prettyboykatsuki

welcome back king (do NOT let xavier see this)

The Onion pulling zero fucking punches.

THE SWEETEST PIE!- The Love And DeepSpace Men

pairings in order: xavier x fem! reader, zayne x fem! reader, rafayel x fem! reader, sylus x fem! reader, caleb x fem! reader summary: there’s nothing more sweeter than a creampie tags: creampie, p in v, no plot, overstimulation-ish a/n: hihi lovelies ! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ my school is gonna start soon so im trying to write as much as possible but i swear my adhd makes it impossible..anyways enjoy reading! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

no matter how much meat xavier devours, he never feels full. but the moment he sees your small hole filled to the brim something stirs in him. he wants you to feel it too, that same warmth blooming in his body.

his eyes stay focused on where you two are connected. he’ll only pull away just to see how much you stretched around his shaft and the mess you made around his base. but it wouldn’t take that long for you to suck him back in, your pretty little pussy leaking and creaming on his cock again.

it all felt so so good. the pleasure left your minds hazy that one round wasn’t enough to satisfy either of you.

strings of mixed slick arousals joined your bodies with each slam of his hips against you. lewd squelches of just how wet you were from his thick cock stretching your little cunt again and again. even with his blurred vision, he knows this isn’t a dream. he can still see the curve of your ass bent over. his hot pink swollen tip being swallowed up easily inside your tight hole with his load leaking out.

his fingers drift from your back to your ass, kneading and spreading it more to find you just a little more deeper. your pussy is perfect for him, he thinks. no—he knows. it’s the perfect home for his cock and he’ll make sure that no else could feel it. there’s no other like this. like you. it’s made for him and only for him.

he pounds faster, moans falling faster from his lips as he ruts his hips deeper inside of you. his veiny length dragging along your soaked walls causing your breath to hitch. he brings a digit down to swipe across  your clit to help bring your orgasm to the surface. “i-” his eyes shut tight when he feels his cock twitch, strings of hot white paint your slick folds.

breathless, he collapses beside you, one arm remaining draped across your body, holding you close. with a sleepy glance, his eyes drift down to where you both are connected. he didn’t want to pull out just yet. the juices from your cunt soaks your thigh, the sheets, and all over him. take all of him

Zayne:

there’s nothing more sweeter than the sight of his lover being stuffed with his cum. it was like a sweet treat after fucking you for several hours. he could spend hours between your legs, mesmerized by how wet and messy you get for him. the sounds spilling from your lips were beautiful, he just couldn’t get enough. how your breasts bounce perfectly in sync as he thrusts in and out that he can’t stop himself from pumping his seed in you.

one, two, maybe even three was never enough to satisfy his craving for you. and of course he gives into your indulgence, drawn by the way you pull him closer, whispering his name and pleading for more.

you moan pathetically as you let him sink his cock into your cunt again, the thickness of it stretching and caressing your gummy walls. it didn’t take long for his cheeks to dust pink and his ears to flush red as the warmth of your cunt melts him completely.

he groans as your walls flutter around him, his veiny dick hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly. zayne rumbles with a pleased groan with every drag of his cock back in your pussy. moans and whines pour from your lips alongside the sound of skin on skin. he stretches your little cunt over his thick cock again and again, lewd squelches of just how wet you were.

“say my name.” he knows you're close from the way your walls clench on his cock so his hands sneak downward to rub circles on your throbbing clit. it was too much. your walls squeezed around him and you could feel the familiar ache in your lower abdomen. sweat trails down his forehead as he keeps his pace while you say his name like a mantra as you soak the sheets further below you.

“zaynezayne ‘m cummin-” you babble, squeezing around his length as you gush around his thick cock with a whine. your heels sink into his back, fingers leaving a crescent shape. your sensitive walls twitch around his girth as he continues to get closer to his own release. “feel s-so full” you murmur, making his hips stutter.

his breath hitches, releasing his hot thick seed deeper into your cunt. he pulls you closer, hips stuttering as he releases every last bit of his load into you. you feel so insanely full, a mixture of your liquids and his load drip down your thigh as he pulls out.

a quiet sigh leaves him as he gazes down at your exhausted form, his thumb drawing soft, soothing circles on your thigh. The spillage was plentiful, messy even but he didn't mind. he always handles it, never letting you lift a finger.

Rafayel:

if ripping out his heart wasn’t one way to take him out then your cunt might get him closer to god than he thinks.

“gods..” rafayel muffles in your skin, nuzzling his nose into the crevice of your neck to hide the embarrassment of his flushed face. he feels like he’s in heaven. soft moans and whines escape past his lips when you match his thrusts. he savors the feeling of your velvety walls as if he’s been deprived of your warm cunt.

you both cling onto each other. both of you knew you won’t be going anywhere but you both still hold tightly onto each other, fearing that one angle can ruin the connection between you both. you could feel every muscle and vein in your puffy pussy, spent from how much he fucks into you.

your walls are so tight around him and the sounds you make from the stretch. so perfect. 

his cock is so sensitive, the hot pink tip practically throbbing from the hours spent in your tight hole—but he can’t stop. not now. not until the image of white liquid from your soaking hole drips between your legs appears before him. not when he knows you’ll be desperate for more. and you both know he’s never been able to deny you for that long.

your head sinks deeper into the pillow, too lost in the warmth of him, too delirious with pleasure to keep your eyes open. your lips graze his ear, your breathless moans pumping blood through his lower half, making himself burry deeper inside you.

the heavenly sounds you made, the warmth you gave him, the precious image of how you looked with your thighs shaking and stomach full of his cum. he was drowning far too deep in the sensation, his sensitive tip caressing the gummy walls of your cunt.

“mm-! g-gonna cum, ah-!” he whines pathetically, his hips rutting into you as he paints your walls full of his hot sticky load. you could feel it overflow out of you as you both lie there together, breathless and exhausted.

a quiet hum slips from his lips to remind you he’s still here. then he shifts, trailing soft kisses along your neck before resting his head against your chest, nuzzling against it before sighing in content.

Sylus:

“ngh-sylus..”

“sylus please more..”

“sy-!”

you cry out his name like a broken record on repeat as he pistons in and out of you. to him it was music to his ears. he could hear this on repeat and play it again and again and never get tired of it. he hates to pull out but he loves the sight of his cock covered in your glistening slick, leaving a creamy ring around him and the sheets below. oh how you make such a mess out of him.

the feeling of his throbbing tip gliding through your wet folds and through your tight hole kept him going. his crimson eyes wander to how your tits bounce and trail lower to where your bodies are connected. he watches how your tight little cunt manages to take every inch of him so well.

he leans in, soothing you with kisses and soft murmurs, telling you how you’re doing so well and how good you feel with every deep thrust he gives you. with each passing second, sylus pushes down his cock further into your sobbing hole, clutching your hand as tightly as possible, worried that he won’t be able to discover deeper parts in you.

you chant his name like a mantra, the stretch of his cock blooming through your body like it might split you in two. you clutch his hands tightly as you lean back into the pillow, your eyes squeezed shut against the feeling of him burying deeper into your hole.

with the room getting hotter the second, you felt your bodies becoming sweaty, dampening the sheets under you while sylus moves on top. you were molded to his shape, the veins of his length became a home to everything he was. “ngh-sylus ‘m close..” you whine.

“‘m here, sweetie. i’m here.” he murmurs, trailing wet hot kisses down your face as he deeply thrusts into you until you’re certain you can feel him in your throat, until it’s coursing through you, filling you completely.

your legs hook around his waist, thighs trembling as sylus helps you meet your orgasm, sending waves of that familiar pleasure through your body. with your permission, he fills you up nice and full again, emptying his load in you. you can feel his cock throb inside you, his thrusts faltering against your cunt as he spills inside you. 

his head sinks into the crook of your neck, the breathless words spilling from his lips barely registering. your eyes flutter close as you murmur his name mindlessly while your hands grow limp, still entwined with his. strong arms wrap around you while he stays inside of you, unable to bear the idea of being apart from you even if it were for a second.

Caleb:

as if having him wrapped around your finger wasn’t already enough, you’ve got him wrapped around your cunt. obsession doesn’t come close to how you feel wrapped around his cock, juices overflowing onto his balls. his mouth parts, ragged breaths escaping from his lips from how good it feels. his muscles flex with each movement, the sweat making him glisten.

he thinks he can stay strong and enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls for a while. but once he opens his eyes to see how your bodies are connected, how your eyes are clenched shut and how your mouth parts just to breathlessly moan his name, he can’t take it—with your permission he’s filling you up with his load again.

his lips quiver each time his fat cock enters back into you, a breathless moan escapes his lips as he breathes heavily. he wishes he could last longer, to remember every single detail of how your pussy clenches around his length to the way your breasts press close against his chest. but seeing the mess you make out of him, the mess he makes out of you, the mess you make together, makes it at all worthwhile.

a mix of both your pants filled the room as the two of you rocked your hips against one another. caleb increases his pace while you whimper at the sticky feeling of his big balls slapping against your ass that your juices running down his cock.

“so good pip-” he tries to talk but moans replace his words. your walls clamp down harder on his cock that he forgets to talk. he wishes he could stay like this, soaked in the feeling of your arousal, inside your tight hole, surrounded by your slick. his cock nestles deeper into your cunt each second.

he’s completely out of it—panting heavily, his hips starting to stutter. there’s no coherent thought of you in his mind but the urge to discover deeper parts of you and fill you full. the sound of your mixed arousal and the image of your messy hole with his release seeping out of you repeat in his head; it’s the only thing that kept him going.

both of you gasp for air every time he changes the angle of his thrusts, dragging against that sensitive and sweet spot inside of you again and again. he gives a few more messy ruts of his hips before spilling another load into your eager and soaking cunt before he drops on top of you. he stays plugged inside of you for a little more, not wanting to let any of it go to waste. his mind is a blur but instinctively, his arm finds your waist and pulls you closer.

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ʚɞ beta read by @ilovemitsuya MWAH ♡(˃͈ ˂͈ )

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Do something small. Do something actionable.

"everyone should care about accessibility because most people will become disabled at some point in their life" is a logical argument and I understand its popularity

however, everyone should care about accessibility because disabled people are fellow human beings living in the same society as you who deserve the same rights as you

thank you good night

very funny (irritating) to me that everyone whined and yelled about stupid rainbow capitalism and how performative wokeness/allyship is a net bad we should all refuse to support and now like.

tumblr is doing nothing for pride and target isn't selling much (if any) of their pride collection offline except at certain stores (in democratic areas, basically) and build a bear has a much tinier collection than normal and all the actual pride stuff is on their "adult" website (not sure if it's in stores, but pride = adult is a hell of a message)

there are genuinely good criticisms for performative allyship in all its applications. it shouldn't be the only thing we expect from people and companies. but if all the shit I see being called performative stopped tomorrow then in terms of the LGBTQ+ community especially we just. wouldn't talk about queerness or queer issues or celebrate pride or do anything.

open your fucking eyes. we are very close politically to having gay marriage rolled back. now companies are basically being let off the hook to even make a miniscule effort (which matters to the people who don't have access to any other kind of support in their communities! which normalizes the community in public spaces!) because the only reaction they have gotten over the last few years are negative ones from BOTH sides.

we are so entrenched in discourse at all times for the sake of our OWN performance of who is the wokest and who is REALLY an ally or a good community member that we have basically handed over all the work of activists of the last several decades to the other side because we'd rather scream at each other over fucking chicken restaurants and shit than the real life backsliding that's happening.

and this goes for other shit too. feminism, poc rights, all of it.

also. trans rights aren't discourse and aren't just culture war arguments. in case any terfs think they can spin this to be antitrans.